Demon Day by Penelope Fletcher (best novels in english .TXT) 📕

The world was awash with translucentcolor. Splashes of red clashed with violent blue and glossy purple.Sensation became a sound, the soft sigh of his hand as it left mywrist and grasped my waist. His thoughts a physical torment thatbattered my senses.

His eyes – usually silvery-blue andsparkly – were opaque, flat cobalt, and smoldering.

I embraced the madness, did not dwellon how outrageous it was I could need him more than the air draggedinto my lungs that was released in a shuddering breath as his teethgrazed over my neck.

The darkness within me throbbed,threatened to blot out the light. I pushed it away from me, turnedaway from its welcoming coolness, and threw myself into thehedonistic flames of Breandan’s light.

His mouth skimmed my chin and hungrilylatched onto mine. He pressed me into the wall. At the dominantdisplay, my nature flared and responded becoming submissive andmalleable. My body went languid; muscles tense yet easilymanipulated. His hand drifted down to brush my breast. I gasped andtugged on his hold. I equally wanted to cover myself and drag myclothes off.

He let me go unconsciously offering methe choice. I laced my fingers around his neck.

In the end, his fervent kiss undid me.I could feel his hunger as his tongue lashed mine yet his handsravaged me with such care I felt safety like I had neverknown.

Soon my trousers were pushed down myhips. I kicked one pant leg off, too absorbed to bother with theother and I fumbled with the laces at Breandan’s waist. His mouthfound mine again. He hosted me up and I wrapped my legs around hiswaist. The friction between our bodies was maddening,torturous.

My breathing deepened andhis eyes glazed over. Yet, his movement slowed, almost like whatwas happening was dawning on him. I was too hungry for this to slowdown. If it slowed, we would start to think. Thought wasbad, very bad. Infact, if I could feel like this forever instead of ever having asingle coherent though ever again that would be damnfine.

I grabbed his head andpulled him back to me. Our teeth smashed together painfully and hegrunted but readjusted himself and took control. He deepened thekiss and gripped my hips, tore away to lean back and look me in theeye. Ready? Hisvoice was thick with desire in my mind. I responded with my body. Itightened my legs as my stomach clenched in fear and anticipation.Breandan kissed me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he thrustforward. I jerked back, breaking the kiss and staring at him, eyeswide. It hurt. My hands fisted on his shoulders and I locked up.Damn. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes and I tried to breatheout but the air was caught in my throat. By gods, it hurt, but mylove for him was enough to numb the pain, and not have me attackinghim in a panic. I was tense, dragged down from my lust-inducedpedestal by the shock of it – the welcomed invasion of my body.Breandan shifted and his tongue flicked out to slide across mybottom lip. Then he kissed me, gently pressing his lips to mine asif he wanted to absorb all pain and all suffering for me. Thissimple gesture had me relaxing enough for a flare of heat to rackmy body and turn my rigid muscles to jelly for the flare of healingheat was swiftly followed by a ripple of pleasure.

The pain was gone. He fit beautifully,and a sensation, hot and deep pushed me somewhere I had never daredto hope I would glimpse. Not before this fairy came into my lifeand changed everything.

I felt our bond expand, flutter thencontract, locking itself tightly in the core of me, chaining mysoul to him for the rest of my life. It made me happy, content, andnothing could make the moment more perfect or wonderful.

Breandan’s back rippled under myhands. Gasping, I jerked back. He groaned, and pressed his foreheadto mine. His body quaked violently before surging forward as a loudripping sound was almost drowned by the harsh cry he shouted intomy shoulder.

I watched in utter shock and amazementwhen wings, a luminous gray so pale they matched the whitish silverof his eyes, unfolded from Breandan’s back.

They uncoiled, fluttered behind him.Thick and wide they were like mine, their many segments shimmeringand light bluish veins webbed throughout. They were gossamer thinyet sucked up the moonlight, intensified it, and threw it back in aprism of brilliant light. Breandan glowed like the sun. When hispinions had extended to their full length he faltered, and we sliddown the wall some as he panted.

I clutched his face between my handsand peppered his face with kisses, tears in my eyes. My tail snakedaround his thigh before coming into contact with his, and I laughedin joy, tugging on its end playfully.

Breandan chuckled then pushed us backup the wall and bracketed me with his arms. He crushed his lips onmine, and I kissed him back as ferociously.

The pleasure warming my lower stomachgrew; got hotter. It was harder to breathe, harder to thinkstraight. His kiss swept away any doubt this was meant to be. Theway he said my name as he moved inside me left me aching for hislove.

Pained, delirious, and drunk onpassion I scored my nails down his sides. He bit my shoulder hardenough to draw blood and I moaned. Pinned between a rock and a damnhard place my body was under an assault of sound, touch, and taste.Mmmm, taste. I licked his shoulder and dragged in a lungful of hisscent; sunlight, soil, and a native wildness that spoke to me in ahushed whisper. Everything was foreign. I was thrilled with theexcitement of it. Knowing what we did was breaking the rules, butthat it was going to happen regardless.

My fingertips tingled and my stomachclenched. He was in the zone, lost in me.

The pleasure took a steep and suddenaccent to the realm of the amazing. Eyes wide my fingers flexedthen my grip on his shoulders tightened even as my musclescontracted.

He paused and held himself taut,waiting. He took a series of short sharp breaths and his entirebody quivered as he